Qisong Dezan said with a bitter face: "So, we have no way to retreat in Tibet? ”

"Yes, Tubo has no way to retreat, so he can only grit his teeth and rush forward, and maybe he can fight his way out." Shang Jiexi nodded, then turned his head and shouted, "Pass my general's order, and the infantry army will attack in an all-round way!" ”

The next moment, the main formation of the Tibetan army once again sounded the rousing sound of war drums and horns.

At this time, several infantry formations of the Tibetan army had followed the heavy cavalry to a distance of about four hundred paces from the Tibetan people's army, which was about the range of a bed crossbow.

This is also the distance before the infantry attack.

To paraphrase the current terminology, this distance is called attack distance.

And the location where the Tibetan infantry army is now located is called the sortie position.

After hearing the trumpets and war drums of the Tibetan army, the army formation, which had already stopped, immediately stepped forward again with neat steps.

The Tibetan army not only had a strong cavalry army, but also a stronger infantry army.

The heavy infantry wearing chain mail or iron armor all over the body, armed with Tang horizontal knives, bone duo or mud Bora scimitars, can be said to be the elite infantry army second only to the Anxi Iron Army in the world.

"For Tibet! For the Living Buddha! For Zampu! ”

In the sound of uniform slogans, tens of thousands of Tibetan infantry slowly walked forward with uniform steps, and the sword and shield soldiers walking in the front row even rhythmically slapped their shields with various steel knives.

This sense of oppression is actually very strong, but it is no longer enough to intimidate the Tibetan people's army on the other side.

The Tibetan people's army on the opposite side even withstood the charge of the heavy cavalry, let alone the charge of the infantry army.

With the rhythmic sound of trumpets, footsteps, and the impact of steel knives slapping shields, the distance between the Tubo infantry army and the Tubo people's army became closer and closer, and soon they reached within 200 paces.

This distance is already within the range of the Tibetan single crossbow.

Like the Tang army, the Tibetan infantry army was equipped with a large number of individual crossbows, and the wooden single crossbow was the most, the range of the wooden single crossbow was about 160 steps, but the range of the crossbow could reach 230 steps.

The Tibetan generals, who had extensive experience in battle formations, quickly estimated the approximate distance, and immediately gave an order, and the archers who followed the sword, shield and spearmen stopped one after another, and then drew their bows and arrows under the orders of the officers, and pointed the arrows at an angle of forty-five degrees to the void in front of them.

"Shoot the arrows!" With the sound of the officer's command, tens of thousands of crossbowmen of the Tibetan army detained the crossbow machine one after another.

The next moment, tens of thousands of light arrows swept into the air with a piercing low roar, and then intertwined into a rain of arrows in the air, and finally shot down overwhelmingly towards the phalanx of the Tubo People's Army.

……

Seeing this scene, Li Siye, Li Zuoguo, Cen Shen, Cui He, Lu Wen and other Tang army generals and colonels raised their hearts, Chen Bing Yuye's more than 300,000 Tubo people's army withstood the charge of the Tubo heavy cavalry, but they didn't know if they could withstand the attack of the arrow rain of the Tubo crossbowmen, which was undoubtedly a more severe test than the heavy cavalry impact just now.

Because the heavy cavalry assault only tested the civilian army in the front rows.

As long as the first few rows of civilian troops withstood the pressure, the army would not collapse.

However, the rain of arrows invaded and tested all the more than 300,000 Tibetan people's troops.

As long as a small part of the Tibetan people's army did not withstand the pressure and turned around and fled, the entire phalanx would be destroyed, and then the defeat of one phalanx would bring down all six phalanxes, and the defeat would be like a mountain.

So, this is a tougher test than the heavy riding impact just now.

……

The roar of the mountain god Yarra Chambord rose into the sky.

"Vertical shield! Vertical shield! Hold your shield! Hold your shield! ”

With the roar of the mountain god, including Lan Lin, more than 100,000 Tubo people army raised the shields in their hands, although these shields were just simple wooden shields, and some were even damaged, but the shields were still shields after all, and in an instant, hundreds of thousands of shields formed a tight shield wall above the heads of the Tubo people's army.

"Tuk Tuk! Tuk tuk tuk! With the muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing through the plank, Lan Lin felt his left arm sink slightly, and then a sharp arrow appeared in front of him through the plank.

By the slightest margin, the arrow shot through his head.

Wang Mu was stunned for a moment, then grinned at Lan Lin.

Lan Lin also smiled at his son, and said that the father and son were lucky.

However, the rest of the Tibetan army did not have the same good fortune as them.

As the rain of arrows fell, a continuous wail sounded in the formation of the Tibetan people's army.

The Tubo people's army, who did not carry a shield, or even held a shield, fell to the ground one by one.

Just a rain of arrows attacked, and at least thousands of Tibetan soldiers fell in pools of blood.

Lan Lin didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly raised the shield in his hand higher to avoid being hit by an arrow.

"Tuk Tuk! Tuk tuk tuk! The rain of arrows of the Tubo army fell wave after wave, and the Tubo people's army also fell in a pool of blood one after another, and the wails, screams and curses were instantly intertwined.

It's just that the Tibetan People's Army did not collapse, and they still carried everything after all.

When the crossbowmen of the Tibetan infantry shot the last wave of arrows, the Tibetan people's army found that no arrows rained down, so they removed the shields above their heads and roared loudly at the Tibetan army.

"Hooray! Long live the descendants of Tang Yu! Long live the mountain god Yarra Chambord! ”

Lan Lin and Wangmu father and son also brandished the weapons in their hands and roared in anger.

Wangmu roared even more so that his face was red, and his voice was almost hoarse, he had never been so excited as at this moment, and in the dark, something seemed to be awakening from his soul.

……

"These untouchable slaves! Sin deserves death! ”

Looking at the Tubo people's army who were forgetful and roaring, Zhong Bajie and Shang Jiexi and other Tubo nobles were about to bite their teeth, and they really wanted to tear the slaves on the opposite side to pieces.

It depends on how long you can be arrogant?

Wait for the heavy armor infantry to kill you, and see how arrogant you can be?

Heavily armored foot soldiers wearing chain mail or iron armor, armed with Tang horizontal knives, Tibetan bones, or mud brass scimitars, will let you know that the rebellious slaves will never end well.

……

At this time, in front of the two armies, the roar of the god of Yala Chambord sounded again.

"The descendants of Tang Yu, the heroic believers of the god of Yala Chambord, for the barley and wheat, for the arable land and pasture, for the cattle, sheep and livestock, for the parents, wives and children, for the sake of equality in life, go and fight, kill!"

"Kill!" Lan Lin roared, carrying a knife and rushing towards the Tubo foot soldiers on the opposite side.

"Kill!" Wangmu screamed, and rushed forward with his father with a scimitar.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......," more Tubo soldiers roared and greeted the Tubo soldiers.

At this time, looking down from the sky, it can be clearly seen that the six phalanxes totaling more than 300,000 Tubo people's troops have lost about one-third of them after the continuous attacks of the Tubo heavy cavalry and the Tubo crossbowmen.

However, the remaining Tibetan army still has more than 200,000 people, occupying an absolute advantage.

More than 200,000 Tibetan troops rushed forward like a tide, like an ant colony in Wuyang, and soon drowned tens of thousands of Tibetan foot soldiers who rushed over in the sea of (Wang) foreigners.

This fight lasted for an extraordinarily long time.

But from the scene, the trend can still be clear.

Nearly 50,000 Tibetan infantry soldiers have fallen into a heavy siege and a bitter battle, and their numbers are gradually decreasing.

Although the number of the Tibetan army was reduced more and faster, there was no sign of imminent defeat, and under the onslaught of the Tibetan infantry army, the Tibetan army remained immovable.

……

"How is that possible? That's impossible! ”

Shang Jiexi and Shang Jiezan's eyes widened in surprise, unable to believe what they were seeing.

These lowly slaves, who usually see the nobles who only dare to crawl on the ground and wag their tails and beg for mercy, have become so heroic? They can even compete with the most heroic Katsuramoto?

Zhong Bajie, Ji Song Dezan, and all the nobles who accompanied the army were stupid.

Such slaves are no longer the slaves they are familiar with.

The slaves they are familiar with are the ones who praise the noble lord even after being beaten, the ones who sacrifice their wives and daughters to beg for the master's forgiveness after their hands and feet are cut off, the lowly slaves who huddle in the sheepfold in the cold wind and freeze to death and dare not complain, and the ignorant believers who want to donate the last remaining little wealth to the temple when they die......

But now, these cheap slaves have all changed their sex.

They have ceased to be docile and have become bloodthirsty and warlike.

Even the most heroic Katsura could not help them!